Unlike most of the songs nowadays that are being written uptown in Tin Pan AlleyThat's where most of the folk songs come from nowadaysThis, this is a song, this wasn't written up therethis was written somewhere down in the United States

Well, the Lone Ranger and TontoThey are ridin' down the lineFixin' ev'rybody's troublesEv'rybody's 'cept mineSomebody musta tol' 'emThat I was doin' fine

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race trackSee no sports car runI don't have no sports carAnd I don't even care to have oneI can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' meUp and down the streetWith my hat in my handAnd my boots on my feetWatch out so you don't step on meTomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comWell, lookit here buddyYou want to be like mePull out your six-shooterAnd rob every bank you can seeTell the judge I said it was all rightYes!